Group Freestyles

(Part I)

[Verse: Isaiah Rashad]
Late nights i feel like what?
Feel my bitch, fill my cup
Feel my lust
Feel my reign, feel my nut
This that drank
Hold your breath, what’s your rank?
What’s your rank?
Count that cash, Issa Rae
Pussy ass nigga be talking that raw
Knowing that shit won’t come back hard
Pussy ass nigga be talking that cheese
Knowing them niggas ain’t counting no fees
Nigga my brother still flipping them pies
Monkey ass nigga gon run from this side
Me, with my guys
Talk my slang, smoke and die
Lets get fly, fuck a trend, lets get high
Fuck let’s ride, bent my rims, fuck lets slide

(Part II)

[Hook: Isaiah Rashad & Kal Banx]
Baby, I'm going nuts
Threw up, crash on the bus
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young nigga came up
Now a young nigga paid up
Fuck a nigga tryna cage us

[Verse: REASON, Isaiah Rashad & Ray Vaughn]
Got no time for the snakes, uh
Barely got time for the hoеs
What I wanna do with my cash?
Prolly have ‘em take my dash
Sail alot, thе ocean different
My life cinematic, motion pictures
Then come pose on the deep end
Fucked up on the freeway
Look, I be fucked up with side bitch
I be sober with my main
Lately I’m on kill mama
Lately gotta teach my hoes to fish
Wassup? wassup?
I just need the mouth, give me kingdom clout
Suck my demons out, she such a blessing
I just bleed em out, I don’t need the scalp
I could be a scout or be a referee, bitch
Wassup? wassup?

[Hook: Isaiah Rashad & Kal Banx]
Baby, I'm going nuts
Threw up, crash on the bus
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young nigga came up
Now a young nigga paid up
Fuck a nigga tryna cage us

[Outro: Kal Banx]
I saw the vision for the top
Before a young nigga came up
Now a young nigga paid up
Fuck a nigga tryna cage us

(Part III)

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah
I'm just sayin' that, yeah
I just, damn
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw
Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn'
Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Don't try to hold that, you can't control that
I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla, then I got the throwback
I used to ride it, the Honda that was black as Kodak
And I recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that's sick
Big screen lyrics, yeah, sixteen nearin', and
"Zay, 'fore you leave, can you fuck me in the mirror?”Yeah
Baby, I got too many bitches not to mention them
Hoes, I don't even know they names but they be feelin' it tough
They wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas
Before you fuckin' go purchase your Gary Paytons
I'm really not everybody, sippin' and talkin' bad as yo' daddy
You shouldn't fuck with these niggas, we was the reckless

[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor
Drunk, high, stumblin' off the shits and record
Smooth nigga, even when I miss, I'ma score
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Zay, I don't agree what you talkin', I ain't no regular
Fuck you think they callin' me, "Him”? I'm a competitor
Levelin', young veteran, more lines than editors
Shit, why you think we Top Dawgs? Niggas different, uh
I been that nigga since Hov was Big Pimpin'
Fly nigga, ain't no gravity, damn
Say somethin' slick, we on your line like a family plan
I used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van
Just some young hood niggas with no guidance like Drake and Chris
My latest shit, make niggas elevate they pen
My new chick always say she ain't no basic bitch
Well, tell me why we always argue over basic shit? That's crazy
2020, we can burn one
I done took way too many Ls and I ain't earned some
No more buyin' bags for bitches that can't afford one
No more gettin' brain from bitches that I can't learn from
Look, we done went from H to the Izzo
To now a bunch of niggas and bitches with all gimmicks
Show they ass more than Lizzo, shit
This shit screwed up, I stayed the same like grenades
When I took my pen out, a nigga blew up